In the eternal spirit of "Floyd can go die in a fire"
Name: Lucas Schwarze
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: A pair of watches, one analog, and one digital, that become gauntlets in battle. Fully articulated, of course, allowing him all the dexterity he has normally. Additionally, they turn into drills straight out of Gurren Lagann on command, slightly wider and shorter than you average traffic cones, adding a piercing and potentially even tunneling element to his arsenal.
Specialty: Banter, Conversationalism, and Perversion for the hell of it aside, Luke's skills, armaments, and semblance all gear him best toward close-quarters combat. Between an enthusiast's appreciation for martial technique and it's practical application, a Drillfist (always nice), and a self-healing factor that would make a Namekian blush, he's best suited in combat by getting in close and getting his hands dirty.
Semblance: Regeneration: His Aura is constantly bolstering his body's capacity to heal itself from damage, allowing him to keep going after sustaining injuries that long ago should have put him in the grave. Short of lopping off something major like a limb, he'll probably come back from it within the hour. At least, he thinks that'd be his limit. He'd never exactly go out of his way to find out. And of course, there's always the fact that Aura isn't an endless resource to contend with. Damage him too heavily, and it'll take an extensive amount of time to fully recover from, and may not manage to get all the way before needing to stop and recharge.
Personality: Lively. Luke's tendencies run the gamut, but what you could probably consider to be his normal state would be a friendly, helpful guy who likes to strike up good conversation and better jokes. Despite his average-at-best grades, he's a decently smart guy, at the very least not the dunce he or his grades might tell you he is. Fairly versed in pop-culture, he'll happily stoop to a well-timed or placed reference to inject humor into a situation. Speaking of humor, if you ever find yourself in need of a straight man or a funny guy, he'll probably work in a pinch, capable both playing the fool and cranking up the snark whenever either feels appropriate. An unabashed perv, he won't shy away from talking about his tastes in girls. However, in an interesting quirk, should he find himself successful in his attempts to pull that breed of shenanigans, he won't actually quite know how to respond. Maybe his attempts are more for the rush of seeing what he can get away with. Hard to tell, not that you would ever get a straight answer out of him. Underneath all that, he's also a brave, strong-willed young man who is more than willing to fight what he can't talk down if he has somebody to protect. The kind of guy who'll throw himself into the thick of a horde of Grimm without a second thought if somebody needs his help, with little regard for his own safety. After all, that's what the semblance is for, right?
Color: Matte Black
Emblem: A blank face with his characteristic hairstyle against a circular white background.
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic build, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and and athletic shorts.